New Mirage Journal

White sky

Outside, the sky is white as snow,

but there is no snow in Africa today,

not in Accra, Djabouti, Entebbe,

Addis Ababa or Zanzibar.

It’s an impossibility, the idea

of blizzards, gales, aberrations

of cold and ice, while we  sit here,

hugging the heat to our pores.

The board flicks names: Brazzaville,

Lilongwe, Kinshasa, Babouti...

Umbali wa mwisho wa safari-

Have a safe journey –

says my screen. On the map,

our destination, engulfed in white.

Newsflash of an earthquake in Haiti – all over

our spinning planet, weathers, shudders, rocks, cracks.

Fields of cloud, banquets of pattern

hiding the stories below.